032 Where did we come from?

Claire, who was rushing in the house did not understand what is happening. She saw her son and that bastard sitting on the sofa, and in front of them is a piece of paper. She was so scared that her heart contracted. Without any further ado, she ran over and snatched the paper away. Ten, she tore it ruthlessly, "You can't sign. You can't sign anything! Let's go home, Frank."

Frank's little plans were about to succeed, but never thought that it would be messed up by his mother who suddenly rushed in. He talked in a dejected manner, "Mummy, you came at the wrong time."

At this moment, Claire only wanted to quickly take the child away. She didn't want to stay a moment longer at this bastard's territory,

When Dempsey saw the lady rushed in and tore the paper to shreds, a pleased look flashed his eyes. She really is a woman with a bad timing. Fortunately, he had yet to sign the paper, otherwise, this woman would probably go too far for a long time.

"Where's Emma? How did you look after your sister? Your little sister disappeared, why don't you go look for her?" When Claire noticed that only her son is present, and her daughter is missing, she became anxious that her face paled. She scolded her son.

Frank shrugged his shoulders, looking innocent, "Your daughter is a little glutton. It's not like you don't know that she could be lured with delicious food."

"As her big brother, You should take good care of your sister. Quick, let's go find her, and we'll go home." Claire tried her best to ignore the ominous aura coming from the man sitting on the sofa.

"Mummy, look! We found Daddy!" When Frank heard that they were going home, his little head immediately turned witty. Actually, from the bottom of his little heart, he was very happy to be able to find their father.

Claire's face stiffened. There was really no point in bringing up this topic. Whether or not the man was their biological father, she refused the truth from the bottom of her heart. "He is not your father."

"Sweetheart, although the children are young, they also have their own ways of doing things. You know best what the real answer is whether I am their father, don't you?" The man's deep voice is suddenly heard, sounding friendly and gentle.

Claire is flabbergasted, she turned her head and stared at the man's shameless interruption. He is actually smiling, and his smile is so infuriating. Moreover, what did this bastard call her just now? Sweetheart? Who was this bastard trying to disgust? "Mister, I'm not familiar with you, so please don't try to get close with us here." In front of the child, Claire tried to speak in a civil manner, otherwise, with e=her violent and short temper, she would have long since scolded him for she is extremely angry. This man has crossed her bottom line more than once. He has done it again and again. And now, he even become a smiling tiger that wanted to snatch her children away. She couldn't tolerate it.

"Mummy, if you don't know Daddy well, then, where did my sister and I come from? You can't be trying to trick us by saying that you picked us up from a trash can, right?"

Trash can? Dempsey's lips twitched and his beautiful eyebrows slightly raised. Is this woman calling him dirty in a subtle way? 'Damn it! Who gave her the guts? How dare she!'

Claire choked at her son's words and she suddenly became mute. She glared at her son and said in anger, "If the adults are talking, then the children better not randomly interrupt."